Green Eyes watched her approach with an apprecia¬tive smile. It took every bit of guts she had to saunter with confidence across that bar, knowing Evan’s eyes were on her ass, and every other man’s on her tits. Well, almost all of them. Those green eyes were locked on her mouth. She stumbled at the edge of the bar where the carpet ended and the hardwood floor began. She caught the back of a barstool before she took a header into the bar top.

Barely able to breathe, Katy rubbed her nervous hands down the front of her black skirt. “Y-es, as a mat¬ter of fact I am.”

He looked past her to Evan, his eyes narrowing to slits. “Is that the ‘I’m-with-someone,’ someone?”

“Yes, and he and I, well—” Her nipples tightened as his gaze returned to her lips. He smelled really good. And he was hot, not hot as in good-looking hot, even though he was; he was hot body temperature. Heat radiated from him. “We’re going upstairs to party, and wanted to know if you’d like to join us.” She rushed the words so quickly even she didn’t understand what she’d just said.

His full lips tightened. But he understood perfectly. “Ditch that dude and we’ll have our own party.”

She glanced over her shoulder to Evan, who was watching with interest, and turned back to Green Eyes. “He’s my boyfriend. That would be cheating on him.”

“He’d deserve it for putting you up to this.”

“He—he didn’t,” she stammered. “It was my idea.” Straightening, she was almost eye to eye with him and she was wearing five-inch Christian Louboutins. “Now, are you in or out?” Dear Lord where did that demanding woman come from? She didn’t go there with herself because if she did, she’d talk herself right out of this. So she blamed the wine that she’d thank in the morning.

He leaned toward her and whispered against her ear, “I’m in and out, fast and furious, down and deep.”

“Oh my,” she breathed, pressing her hand to her thumping heart.

When she didn’t move, he took her by the hand and strode with her stumbling behind him toward Evan.